Friday, 6:45 PM
I'd had a particularly hard day at work with my boss Martha ragging on me about all manner of nonsense. When I'd originally started working at the telemarketing firm, we'd had an easy going even friendly relationship. Things had changed after she'd caught me checking out a picture of her daughter that was resting on her desk. I was using her office to make a few calls when I'd noticed a photo of Martha and her daughter and immediately zeroed in on her college aged kid's huge knockers. I'd been setting up an evening with a buddy and told him in exquisite detail what I'd been looking at. I'd failed to notice Martha standing in the corner taking in everything said and paid the price later.
My boss Martha is a particularly roughhewn woman of about forty seven who had migrated to the city of angels thirty years prior and had seen all kinds of hard knocks including being a single mother at a very hard age. This urban survivor from the state of Mississippi had weathered a lot of personal shit to get her daughter into the Ivy League school she was currently attending and I guess hearing me talking about her kid's big boobs sent her over the edge resulting in me getting "read".
You know how some people have a shit list? I found myself on Martha's mega-shit list and she did everything she could to make my life suck for the eight hours that I was on the clock. On this particular day she'd waited until I was five minutes from clocking out to call mandatory overtime and I'd been stuck with all the shit accounts. I was constantly told that if I didn't make my quota, I'd be looking for another job. Luckily I had the gift of gab and was always able to come in at well above office statistics.
After I'd clocked out, she informed me that I'd be working the AM-Shift on the following day. This meant that I couldn't engage in any serious partying because I'd have to get up at four in the morning just to make it to the valley and I was always tasked with opening the company doors on weekends. I couldn't afford a car and used public transportation to get around the city. My original vehicle had been trashed in an unfortunate incident involving an Indian Intern and some ill-advised public sex.
I'd decided to hit the corner store for some liquor once I got to my downtown neighborhood and watch some porn before crashing. My neighborhood wasn't the safest in the world and I'd lived in a residence hotel after losing my job at a law firm months earlier. I'd downsized to be able to enjoy the fruits of my labor and had a single room flat for pennies on the dollar. I hit the liquor store for the aforementioned wine spirits and a few odds and ends when I heard a loud commotion outside the store.
Mario, a kid that worked for the Korean owners of the store was running a female hype off. The woman had taken a post in front of the store after I'd entered and had been aggressively panhandling any and everyone who passed or tried to get in. Her voice was rather off-putting and had this angry sounding, liquor cracked quality to it as she cussed the Mexican teen out something fierce. The kid was undaunted as he had made a weapon of his janitor's broom and was swinging it at the woman until she relented and crossed the street.
I placed my items on the counter making small talk with an unresponsive Mr. Soon the owner of the store. His demeanor always pissed me off and I vowed to never use the store again on many occasions, but necessity and laziness always drew me back. In fact after paying for my wares I walked across the street to catch the bus instead of making a walk that was half a block. I was that lazy this Friday evening.
"Excuse me mister."
I was wearing my I-pod rocking out to some electronica when someone tapped me on the shoulder.
"Excuse me mister." It was the hype and I wasn't in the mood for any bullshit tonight so I just waved her off. The hype continued trying to get my attention and I continued trying to annoy her by looking her directly in the eye as I continued listening to my music.
I took this time to give her the once over and I have to say she looked like a fucked up version of got-damn Elmo. The indigo dark-skinned sister was strange looking with short nappy hair almost the consistency of a Styrofoam afro, big expressive brown eyes with a big fucking over-sized nose and wafer thin lips. When she spoke you could see a big pronounced gap.
This broad was actually wearing a brownish t-shirt that had been roughly converted into a wife beater with the sleeves ripped off and a pair of tight form fitting plaid short shorts. This living Muppet of a chick was extremely persistent so much so that I became irritated and removed my headphones and yelled at her.
"Give me TWO REASONS why I should EVEN talk to you ma'am!"
The hype shocked me by pulling her wife beater up exposing two of the most perfect breasts I'd ever seen. Her big boobs actually looked like implants resting high on her chest and capped with big erect nipples. This chick had some awe inspiring tits.
"O-kay, you got my attention." She grinned as she slowly lowered her shirt while I noticed a couple of teens across the street gawking as well. One poor kid had fallen off his bike.
"Look brother man, I'm just trying to make a little change to feed my kids." I could have cared less about her fucking children; my mind was already plotting the quickest route to wrapping her beautiful fun bags around my cock.
"I've heard this shit before, how much lady?"
"Uh, well how about sixty dollars?" Her voice told me that she expected me to balk at giving her that amount of money so I didn't disappoint.
"Nah, fuck that shit lady. I'll give you forty-five."
"Brotherman, I got five kids to feed. You can do better than that right?" The hype didn't miss a beat continuously haggling with me on the corner while I waited for a bus to take me less than a block away.
"I don't know ma'am, you probably trying to scam me anyway."
"What're you talking about? You've seen my tits and they are real!" She seemed insulted when she thought I was inferring that her breasts were fake. I ended up haggling with her for another ten minutes before she convinced me to sign off on her final asking price of thirty-five bucks.
What a bargain!!
It just so happened that her flat was in a building being renovated by the city also less than a block in the opposite direction of my hotel. I thought it was funny that she lived in this building because I'd been trying to get an apartment in that very same building and had been told that women and children were getting first choice. Here I was a hardworking man with an honest job and I couldn't even get an appointment with the managers and some ganked up hype had slid right into a new cheap apartment with little or no effort. The building had obviously been around since the forties judging from the wide expansive size of the lobby and the old fashioned gated elevators.
The hype's apartment was just what I'd expected, a single kitchenette with long walk-in closet. There was garbage and discarded baby toys everywhere and I was even shocked to see a child's big wheel half hanging out of the toilet. The smell of garbage and spoiled food filled the apartment and I considered walking out of there when the hype probably sensing my disgust, quickly pulled her shirt over her head exposing her magnificent tits that were so perfect looking that it looked like they had been stolen from the chest of a better looking woman.
It funny but time seemed to stop every time this bitch's tits came out to play. I took a few steps back to look at her as she leaned forward and slid her form fitting plaid short shorts down her smooth slender thighs and let them fall past her shapely calves to the dirty stained carpet .
It was only seconds but this broad was standing before me completely nude cupping her big boobs in the palms of her hands. I quickly realized that my assessment of this street woman had been wrong. From the neck down she was a perfect anomaly with smooth cocoa skin, the aforementioned big luscious hooters topped off with large areola and knob like nipples. She had a narrow waist that merged into her plump thighs and muscular calves. Her feet were well taken care of and unusually small and my gaze was drawn upward to her unshaven crotch, the one blemish on an otherwise perfect body. There was a disturbing patch of coarse nappy hair covering her sex and it kind of put me off. I prefer my girls clean shaven if you know what I mean.
"I'm clean." She volunteered seemingly anticipating my thoughts but looking around the apartment was an indicator of her true nature and my cock wasn't going anywhere near her untested cunt.
"Yeah, sure darling." I was dripping sarcasm and she didn't seem to care about anything but closing a deal. I brought my hands up cupping her smooth buoyant tits and rolling the nipples with my fingers while she giggled. She had that annoying addict's laugh that sound inspired more by nervousness than actual humor. I couldn't get over how spongy her tits felt to the touch and almost didn't notice her fingers rubbing my crotch.
"Money." She gently pushed and I presented the money I'd already counted out while she wasn't looking. She didn't count it or she would have known I was three dollars short. I'd recently been robbed at an ATM and didn't like carrying a lot of cash around. I watched as she sat it on a nearby dresser tucking it under a modest television. I slid up behind her cupping her breasts again and playing to my heart's content. I jiggled her tits and hung my chin over her left shoulder watching them bounce.
"You guys sure do like my tits." She bumped her narrow plump butt cheeks against my crotch trying to goad me into action.
"How big are these jugs?"
"I'm a 36DD last I checked. It's been a while and I'm probably a little bigger." The hype shuddered as I pulled on her nipples. I wanted to take them into my mouth but the stench of her sweat was nearly overwhelming.
